Poems by Anna Lætitia Barbauld
The Caterpillar
... , melts for oneWith sympathy spontaneous:-- 'Tis not Virtue,Yet 'tis the weakness of a virtuous mind ...
Dirge: Written November 1808
... , peace, and love, Be thy dear memory blest!Thou hast no tears for me to shed, When I too am at rest ...
An Inventory of the Furniture in Dr. Priestley's Study
... rawlBefore the head was seen at all,Which quiet as a mushroom layTill crumbling hillocks gave it way ...
The Rights of Women
... ebly move,In Nature's school, by her soft maxims taught,That separate rights are lost in mutual love ...
A Thought on Death: November, 1814
... ow gathering, dim the sight,And clouds obscure the mental light,--'Tis nature's precious boon to die ...
To a Little Invisible Being Who is Expected Soon to Become Visible
... thy way,Anxious I'd bid my beads each passing hour,Till thy wished smile thy mother's pangs o'erpay ...
To Mr. Barbauld, November 14, 1778
... e we'll bid him stay, And clip his wings, and make him stop to view Our studies, and our follies too ...
To Mrs. P********, with some Drawings of Birds and Insects
... the poet's name:Could I to both with equal claim pretend,Yet far, far dearer were the name of Friend ...
